A friend of mine is having her second baby on Tuesday through a scheduled C-section and it's bringing back so many emotional memories of my last days just with Hannah before my scheduled C with Luke. First, before I get to the emotional part, let me just talk for a second about how weird it was for me to have a "scheduled" C-section. I mean, "scheduling" when you are going to have a baby is just so unnatural. No build up, no "Honey, it's time!", no, "Oh shit, I think my water broke", etc. I don't even know what a contraction feels like! I feel like I didn't really "pay my dues" for entering mommie-hood. Not that a C-section is a walk in the park but without my labor "war story" it's just not the same. I remember telling people on April 22 that I'd be having my baby "tomorrow" and getting some weird looks like, "How do you know you'll have your baby tomorrow?" It's hard to explain to some people that I scheduled the birth of my child. I actually don't refer to having gone through labor, I say I had a "removal" of my child.